Indeed, who but the very curious could tell that not F.B.'s, but C.H.'s--Charles Honeyman's--was the mark upon that decorous linen?
Colonel Newcome introduced Sir Thomas to every one in the room, as he had introduced us all to each other previously, and as Sir Thomas looked at one after another, his face was kind enough to assume an expression which seemed to ask, "And who the devil are you, sir ?" as clearly as though the General himself had given utterance to the words.

With the gentleman in the window talking to Clive he seemed to have some acquaintance, and said not unkindly, "How d'you do, Dobbin ?" The carriage of Sir Brian Newcome now drove up, from which the Baronet descended in state, leaning upon the arm of the Apollo in plush and powder, who closed the shutters of the great coach, and mounted by the side of the coachman, laced and periwigged.

The Bench of Bishops has given up its wigs; cannot the box, too, be made to resign that insane decoration?
Is it necessary for our comfort, that the men who do our work in stable or household should be dressed like Merry-Andrews?
Enter Sir Brian Newcome, smiling blandly: he greets his brother affectionately, Sir Thomas gaily; he nods and smiles to Clive, and graciously permits Mr.Pendennis to take hold of two fingers of his extended right hand.

That gentleman is charmed, of course, with the condescension.

What man could be otherwise than happy to be allowed a momentary embrace of two such precious fingers?
When a gentleman so favours me, I always ask, mentally, why he has taken the trouble at all, and regret that I have not had the presence of mind to poke one finger against his two.